i stand in front of the mirror. i cant see my image clearly cos:
this is how i feel now:
this is what i want. or every girl wants:
if only i can just poke a straw into my tummy and ask anyone who needs more fats to suck all the excess i have away. IF ah walao. its actually quite disgusting also lah. so, forget it. lol.
slap!
squeeze!
punch!
whack!
shit!
vomit!
other than shit, i didnt do all of the rest. so dont worry. okay i did squeeze. oh i shit 2 times again today. LOL. is it because i ate too much or what?
i want to eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat but i dont want to grow and grow and grow and grow and grow. for this 3 very very very very very very very very free weeks, i could have jog and jog and jog and jog and jog and jog. but instead, i have to go for treatment and treatments and treatments and treatments and treatments. so i am not alowed to jog and jog and jog and jog and jog and jog for this very very very very very very very very free 3 weeks plus another first week when sch starts. therefore i grow and grow and grow and grow and grow and grow because all i do is eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat.
RRRRRRRRAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
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